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He Qing was happy at the beginning, because he was caught by the words of his uncle, and he felt like a happy bird flying lightly. Of course, his heavy ankle soon made him unable to fly.
? Standing downstairs in the dormitory, looking at the long, long stairs, He Qing fell into deep thought.
"Qing, what are you doing, why are you holding your feet?"
The boss's voice came from behind, He Qing's eyes lit up, and he turned around quickly, staring at him with starry eyes, "Brother, do me a favor!"
Ten minutes later, the brothers in the dormitory were playing games. When they saw He Qing limping and being helped in, they were all shocked.
"What's wrong with this? Was someone beaten?"
Another roommate also came up with concern, looked at the white gauze on the boy's slender ankle, and guessed, "Could it be that the girl you like this time has a boyfriend?"
"No."
Seeing that he had finally reached his place, the boy sat down on the edge of the bed, hugged his tortured ankle and grinned.
"I went running in the morning and sprained my foot."
"So miserable?"
After the brothers in the dormitory expressed their shock and silence, they continued to play the game.
The boy sat on the edge of the bed, watched the boss busy cleaning up, cleared his throat, and called out, "Brother."
"Huh? What are you doing? Do you want to go to the toilet?" This honest and hard-working Northeast man grabbed the rag and turned his head, "You want me to help you?"
"No, no." He Qing waved his hands again and again, showing him a flattering smile, "I remember you said before that you can cook, right?"
"That's right, when I was at home, I was the one who cooked, and everyone praised me for the delicious food."
After hearing the last sentence, He Qing's eyes became even brighter. He stared eagerly at the man with fleshy flesh on the opposite side, his eyes full of pleading, "Brother, teach me how to cook."
"Ah You?"
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The boss in the dormitory is called Li Wang. It looks like a very common name, but it can be called a decathlon.
He Qing repaired the water pipes and looked at the wiring. He Qing changed the bed boards in the dormitory on the first day. Can scare a child to cry.
Such a person who doesn't look easy to get along with is actually a very talkative and kind person. He Qing, a bedmate who looks like a child and can arouse the desire to protect, is naturally very loyal.
So when he was begged, Li Wang couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to follow the limping boy to the school cafeteria.
It's getting late now, and it's not time to cook. As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts around. He Qing gave the money, and naturally got the right to use the pots and pans.
Under the light, the muscles on Li Wang's arms swelled, and he was flying with the shovel in his hand. The hot oil stains were stimulated by the vegetables, and all flew out, but he was not afraid, as if he didn't see half of it, and kept rolling the shovel in his hand .
"Actually, cooking is very simple, just shovel and shovel, look at the color of this dish, wait for him Ah Qing?"
Li Wang looked around in confusion, didn't He Qing just stand beside him?
The young man showed a small white face from the wall with a face full of fear, and carefully looked at the cauldron with a pair of dark almond eyes without blinking.
"Brother" Looking at the more conspicuous oil stains around him under the light, He Qing swallowed, and asked cautiously, "Is this pot a bit big? I watched on TV, and others used small pots for cooking. "
"It's normal to be big." Li Wang's subordinates kept moving, and he took the time to smile at He Qing, "The pots in the cafeteria are all like this, otherwise, if you use such a small pot to cook vegetables, when will it be enough for the whole school to eat?" .¡±
Makes sense
But looking at the cauldron, the young man felt trembling in his heart.
He always felt that such a big pot could swallow his whole body, and He Qing just saw that so much oil was splashed out, if it splashed into his eyes
The young man trembled in fright at the scene he had imagined, and saw that Li Wang had started to put plates over there, so he walked out cautiously.
"How about I buy a small pot? This pot is too big."
"Did you forget that the dormitory is not allowed to use high-power electricity?" Li Wang held the plate, picked up a dish with chopsticks in his right hand, tasted it, nodded in satisfaction, "It's just right, come and eat."
He Qing took a bite, and it really tasted good, but looking at the cauldron that could put his whole body in it, he fell into pain again.
&nbIf he is really allowed to be with his sister, he will either be pissed to death by this kid or poisoned to death by his cooking.
? Seeing the young man lavishly pouring monosodium glutamate into it again, Zuo Feng became more determined to make He Qing give up on Zuo Xue.
Fortunately, what Zuo Xue has always liked is the man who goes to the kitchen under the hall. When she comes over and sees He Qing like this, even if she has a good impression of him because of his good looks, she will definitely lose it in the end. .
Thinking that his plan will be successfully implemented soon, the corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he smiled triumphantly.
Before he could laugh for three seconds, the young man who was struggling with the frying pan screamed, folded his hands and stepped back, stepping on Zuo Feng's foot.
? His hand was scalded, but now he was not well balanced. The young man tilted his body and fell on the man.
Zuo Feng was leaning against the wall, but the sudden weight left him without a support point for his hands. In a panic, he fell heavily to the ground together with the boy.
He Qing is at the top, Zuo Feng is at the bottom.
The two of them hadn't had a second to stare at each other, but the boy's tears came down in a flash.
"It hurts¡ª"
Zuo Feng was firmly pressed on the ground by him, and wanted to get up, but he couldn't use his strength, so he just looked at He Qing who was lying on his body crying happily, "Get up first, let me show you where it hurts. "
"Hands hurt, feet hurt too."
How could He Qingchang have suffered so much grievance at such an age, even if he was broken up before, at most he was splashed with water.
Now, in order to catch up with Zuo Xue, he sprained his ankle and burned his hand again. His fragile heart was hurt, and he couldn't stand the emotion right now.
He was crying and moaning, it was so miserable, Zuo Feng could only listen to him crying with a dark face, and asked while crying, "Can I buy the best food for her every day? Why do I have to cook it myself? Is it a waste of resources to wash the pot and buy vegetables and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar?"
Zuo Feng: "" Why does it feel like what he said makes sense.
No, no, being led astray by this person, shouldn't the focus now be¡ª¡ª
"You get off of me first."
He Qing felt even more aggrieved when he heard the man's deep voice, but he didn't dare to confront this man, so he pursed his lips and responded in a low voice, "Oh"
He braced his hands and was about to get up, when a big blister formed where he was burned, and it happened to touch the ground.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
He Qing screamed subconsciously, and lay down on the man again in embarrassment.
"It hurts, it hurts"
Hearing him yelling grievances in a crying voice, Zuo Feng was helpless, and asked in a magnetic voice, "Didn't you say that the thing you are most afraid of is pain?"
The person above cried for a while, and then answered louder and sobbing, "I, I lied to you, I am most afraid of pain"
Zuo Feng can treat him with a cold face.
He is cowardly and reckless, Zuo Feng can treat him coldly.
But now this person is crying like a child, the key is still crying on him, the man can't show his cold face no matter what.
Helpless, he had no choice but to coax He Qing, "Don't cry, get up quickly, and I'll give you medicine."
"I can't get up, my hands and feet hurt"
Hearing the miserably sobbing sound of the boy above, the man even felt a little guilty.
If he didn't let someone who can't cook cook with the heart of watching He Qing's jokes, he wouldn't get burned.
Zuo Feng's voice softened a little, "Then, let me turn your face around first, and then I'll pull you up?"
He Qinghong rolled her eyes, sobbed and nodded, her eyes were full of gratitude, "Thank you brother, you are so kind"
Among other things, this mouth is really sweet.
Zuo Feng put his hand on the young man's waist, and was surprised to find that it was quite thin, and it felt very good to the touch. He couldn't help touching it a few more times, and then slowly turned him over.
Now it becomes¡ª¡ª
Zuo Feng is at the top and He Qing is at the bottom.
Just about to pull him up, Zuo Xue hummed a song and opened the door with a key, "Brother, I'm back, where are you!"
The girl walked to the glass door at the kitchen entrance, and looked at the red-eyed boy who was being pinned down by her brother.
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